I saw a homeless man stomp on a tiny bird today while I was going for lunch. I later saw the bird shivering on the curb, and I was pretty sure that it would die, even though I couldn't see any blood. It made me very sad.
I couldn't understand why he would do something like that, and I found myself wishing someone would stomp on him. It began to dawn on me that justice was as simple as never giving him a handout. But then I began to realize that that very thing was likely the reason he was so cruel. Our society had stomped on him time and again until he felt like his only outlet was to stomp on something else.
On a lighter note, I got my hair cut and got all cleaned up for the much anticipated wednesday. Even got my glasses adjusted and cleaned, cos it was about damn time I did! Jeez, a year between adjustments...
Here's a picture of me in Mexico with roosters.
I couldn't understand why he would do something like that, and I found myself wishing someone would stomp on him. It began to dawn on me that justice was as simple as never giving him a handout. But then I began to realize that that very thing was likely the reason he was so cruel. Our society had stomped on him time and again until he felt like his only outlet was to stomp on something else.
On a lighter note, I got my hair cut and got all cleaned up for the much anticipated wednesday. Even got my glasses adjusted and cleaned, cos it was about damn time I did! Jeez, a year between adjustments...
Here's a picture of me in Mexico with roosters.
Would you totally hate me forever and ever and ever if I bailed on it?
I'm totally swamped all of the sudden. The gauntlet has given me a ton of shit I need to do that day, one of them starting at 7:30. Plus proofreading before that! Gah! Normally it wouldn't be such a big deal, but I really need some stuff in print for next weeks issue so I can put it in my portfolio for my application to Ryerson.
I totally totally totally suck!
Will you let me make it up to you?
Now, about the whole wednesday thing...